Failure

The taste of copper thick in your mouth, a heart breaking beat by beat. The pieces will fly into your ribcage and pierce the body surrounding it. And just like that the pain spreads. Without a warning your soul is silently taken from you. Watch it as it is eaten before your very eyes. The soul-juices drip down the dark chin, drip onto the floor and create a sticky puddle. Your soul was fruity and refreshing. If you had a heart anymore it would be racing. If you had a soul anymore it would be breaking. Your knees feel weak and you want to collaspe but something within creates determination to make you stand firm like an ancient ruin. Probably shear stupidity, some type of dumb hope that whispers sugary sweet mockeries in your ear. You have a mushy brain, you have a weak control. You endure, turning bronze and holding a staunch pose, just to survive. The greatest hail cannot move you, nor the most gentile rain soothe you. You are just hollow and cold now.